Poems from tajamaynie
Save some water for the fish
The owners and their guests are carelessly ashing their cigarettes into the fish tanks, tossing in pop cans...
A winged promise
Had me high
Handed me a lover whose whispers were a blanket of chivalry and smelled like earth after rain
Gathered...
The fire behind my nail-bed reached for follicles and scalped the skin With a fracking of his earth toned flesh and ocean working...
What is a writer?
A balloon in my chest blew and popped
I did not try and stop the rupture because it came from your touch I trusted...